(Photo by Juan Antonio Castro)
I looked in the mirror and there it was.
Instead, someone had drawn
a delicate lips trembled at the words,
nose and child would
as a day of school without recess, two
ears with a tendency to retreat,
an elusive front and unruly,
and eyes dark as the inside of a tunnel. He
unknown face greeted me not
and I turned my back ashamed.
(cob landlocked)
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